Uranium Rhythm (punk)

The sirens grin again From the tower on the hill Mothers grab the shortwave While the windows hold still Boots on the pavement Like a thousand broken clocks You can hear the boys marching In their polished little shocks Pack up the sky Hide your name The kings keep spinning The same old game Uranium rhythm Shake the night Uranium rhythm Burn so bright Dance with the fallout Hold on tight Uranium rhythm Ends the world tonight Paper maps are folding In the heat across the room Black smoke over the harbor Like a wedding gone to doom The radio keeps preaching While the needles start to bend Every word is coming At the speed of the end Pack up the sky Hide your name The kings keep spinning The same old game Uranium rhythm Shake the night Uranium rhythm Burn so bright Dance with the fallout Hold on tight Uranium rhythm Ends the world tonight One more step Then the flash One more laugh Then the ash Hold my hand Count to ten If the world goes hard We go hard again Uranium rhythm Shake the night Uranium rhythm Burn so bright Dance with the fallout Hold on tight Uranium rhythm Ends the world tonight